Octavia snorted. "Probably." She hadn't had as good a handle on what that was supposed to look like, back then. "And the ocean was the first thing he asked about when I told him where I came from. I remember he was relieved it was still there."

And now it wasn't, anymore. Might've had something to do with her little pause, the little sad shift in her expression, no matter how brief.

She breathed in. "He told me what it was like to sail, to be on the water. I'd never been, and it sounded - amazing. But also weirdly... familiar. Because I remember him talking about how he couldn't sleep without the rocking of the boat, and I grew up with the hum of a space ship, and it was just..." She trailed off for a second, frowning into the middle distance, trying to find her words. "It felt like he understood something I'd never thought I needed anyone to understand."